Cars of The Boro

I've been driving around a lot more this week than I have in recent weeks, so I guess I'm becoming slightly more observant of the details of the vehicles surrounding me.

This first shot is of a van driven by some people who need a TV, or some hobbies or prophylactics or to move away from the train tracks or a new religion or diet or SOMETHING, for fuck's sake, because unless this cutesy vinyl graphic across the back window is supposed to be their body count, they have six kids.

Upon further inspection, you can observe at least two sets of twins, but that still means after having twins, they were looking to fill their house with more joy. Even the dogs on the graphic have surrounded this family, presumably to herd the kids into some kind of order. Six. Wow. On average, this house celebrates a birthday every month and a half.

The Camry in the bottom shot wins the brass balls award for illegal-ass driving. I was stopped behind him at a light (which makes the 1966 Batman angle of the shot even more inexcusable) and thought, "Wow, his temporary tag's expired." It took me a few more seconds to register just HOW expired it was. I mean, I drove around for three and half, four months this year with expired tags - I hate the DMV, have kids, not a lot of money and some societal/authority disorders. But this guy? I think he just bought the car and said, "Fuck it - that looks like a tag; I'll just do the speed limit forever and never let cops get behind me. I don't like waiting in lines, spending money or doing things."

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Cars of The Boro

I've been driving around a lot more this week than I have in recent weeks, so I guess I'm becoming slightly more observant of the details of the vehicles surrounding me.

This first shot is of a van driven by some people who need a TV, or some hobbies or prophylactics or to move away from the train tracks or a new religion or diet or SOMETHING, for fuck's sake, because unless this cutesy vinyl graphic across the back window is supposed to be their body count, they have six kids.

Upon further inspection, you can observe at least two sets of twins, but that still means after having twins, they were looking to fill their house with more joy. Even the dogs on the graphic have surrounded this family, presumably to herd the kids into some kind of order. Six. Wow. On average, this house celebrates a birthday every month and a half.

The Camry in the bottom shot wins the brass balls award for illegal-ass driving. I was stopped behind him at a light (which makes the 1966 Batman angle of the shot even more inexcusable) and thought, "Wow, his temporary tag's expired." It took me a few more seconds to register just HOW expired it was. I mean, I drove around for three and half, four months this year with expired tags - I hate the DMV, have kids, not a lot of money and some societal/authority disorders. But this guy? I think he just bought the car and said, "Fuck it - that looks like a tag; I'll just do the speed limit forever and never let cops get behind me. I don't like waiting in lines, spending money or doing things."